Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded by a vast and whispering forest, there lived a sweet girl named Little Red Riding Hood. She was called this because she always wore a bright red cloak that her grandmother had made for her. One sunny morning, Little Red’s mother asked her to take a basket of goodies to her grandmother, who lived on the other side of the forest.
“Here, take this basket,” her mother said, placing it carefully in Little Red’s hands. “It has some bread, honey, and a nice jar of jam. Make sure you stay on the path and don’t talk to strangers!”
Little Red Riding Hood nodded eagerly. “I promise, Mom! I’ll go straight to Grandma’s house.”
With a cheerful wave, she skipped out of the house and down the cobbled path that led into the Whispering Woods. The trees stood tall, their leaves rustling softly in the gentle breeze. Little Red Riding Hood felt excited, her heart full of joy as she imagined her grandmother’s warm smile.
As she walked deeper into the woods, she noticed a little rabbit hopping across her path.
“Hello, little rabbit!” she said with a grin. “Where are you going today?”
The rabbit paused and twitched its nose. “I’m off to find some carrots! What about you?”
“I’m going to visit my grandmother. She lives at the end of the path, by the big oak tree!”
“Oh, that’s lovely!” said the rabbit, and off it hopped, disappearing into the bushes.
After a while, Little Red Riding Hood continued her journey, humming a little tune. Suddenly, a wolf appeared on the path. He was sly and had a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” the wolf said with a low growl. “A little girl all alone in the woods?”
Little Red Riding Hood hesitated but remembered her mother’s warning. “I’m just on my way to my grandmother’s house. I have to be quick!”
The wolf tilted his head, feigning interest. “Is that so? And where does your grandmother live?”
“She lives at the end of the path, past the big oak tree,” Little Red Riding Hood replied, trying to sound brave.
The wolf grinned slyly. “Why don’t you take the longer path? There are beautiful flowers along the way, and I’m sure your grandmother would love some.”
Little Red thought for a moment. “Well, I do love flowers… but I don’t want to be late!”
“Just a quick detour! It’ll be worth it, I promise,” the wolf said sweetly.
Trusting the wolf’s words, Little Red Riding Hood decided to take the longer route. “Okay, I’ll pick some flowers for Grandma,” she said and turned off the main path.
As she wandered through the wildflowers, the wolf raced ahead to Grandma’s house. He arrived quickly, knocked on the door, and called out, “It’s me, Caperucita! I’ve brought you some goodies!”
“Come in, dear!” said the grandmother, who was resting in bed.
The wolf burst through the door, and before Grandma could react, he gobbled her up in one swift motion. He then slipped into her nightgown and cap, climbed into bed, and pulled the covers over his large, furry body.
Meanwhile, Little Red Riding Hood was picking a bouquet of flowers, lost in thought. “These will make her so happy,” she murmured. She filled her basket with the prettiest blooms and finally made her way to her grandmother’s house.
When she arrived, she noticed the door was slightly ajar. “Grandma?” she called softly as she stepped inside.
No answer.
“Grandma, are you there?”
Little Red entered the house cautiously. The room was dimly lit, and everything felt eerily quiet. She walked toward the bedroom, her heart racing.
“Grandma, I brought you some flowers!” she announced, peeking into the room.
There, in the bed, lay the wolf, disguised as Grandma, with the covers pulled up to his chin.
“Oh, Grandma! What big eyes you have!” she exclaimed, stepping closer.
“All the better to see you with, my dear,” the wolf replied, trying to sound sweet.
“And what big ears you have!” Little Red said, now feeling uneasy.